The evening being now at hand, the British Indians determined to encamp on the bank of Turkeyfoot creek, about twenty miles from fort Winchester.  Confiding in the idea that Logan had really deserted the American service, a part of his captors rambled around the place of their encampment, in search of blackhaws.  They were no sooner out of sight, than Logan gave the signal of attack upon those who remained behind; they fired and two of the enemy fell dead—­the third, being only wounded, required a second shot to despatch him; and in the mean time, the remainder of the party, who were near by, returned the fire, and all of them “treed.”  There being four of the enemy, and only three of Logan’s party, the latter could not watch all the movements of their antagonists.  Thus circumstanced, and during an active fight, the fourth man of the enemy passed round until Logan was uncovered by his tree, and shot him through the body.  By this time Logan’s party had wounded two of the surviving four, which caused them to fall back.  Taking advantage of this state of things, captain Johnny mounted Logan—­now suffering the pain of a mortal wound—­and Bright-horn—­also wounded—­on two of the enemy’s horses, and started them for Winchester’s camp, which they reached about midnight.  Captain Johnny, having already secured the scalp of Winnemac, followed immediately on foot, and gained the same point early on the following morning.  It was subsequently ascertained that the two Indians of the British party, who were last wounded, died of their wounds, making in all five out of the seven, who were slain by Logan and his companions.

When the news of this gallant affair had spread through the camp, and especially after it was known that Logan was mortally wounded, it created a deep and mournful sensation.  No one, it is believed, more deeply regretted the fatal catastrophe, than the author of the charge upon Logan’s integrity, which had led to this unhappy result.

Logan’s popularity was very great; indeed he was almost universally esteemed in the army, for his fidelity to our cause, his unquestioned bravery, and the nobleness of his nature.  He lived two or three days after reaching the camp, but in extreme bodily agony; he was buried by the officers of the army, at fort Winchester, with the honors of war.  Previous to his death, he related the particulars of this fatal enterprise to his friend Oliver, declaring to him that he prized his honor more than life; and, having now vindicated his reputation from the imputation cast upon it, he died satisfied.  In the course of this interview, and while writhing with pain, he was observed to smile; upon being questioned as to the cause, he replied, that when he recalled to his mind the manner in which captain Johnny took off the scalp of Winnemac, while at the same time dexterously watching the movements of the enemy, he could not refrain from laughing—­an incident in savage life, which shows the “ruling